Page 80 of Chasing the Wild
“We’re going to have to have a real fucking adult conversation.” His jaw flexes a couple of times.
Oh god. I feel shaky. I knew in my logical mind that there was every chance this might happen.
“It’s ok, Colt.” Resting my mug on the counter, I keep my fingers wrapped around it, even just to give myself something to hold onto. Warmth seeps through my fingertips as I try to find adequate words.
But there are none. So, I blurt out what I probably—most definitely—should not be saying. “Last night was amazing. Incredible. I just thought… fuck… that maybe this might havebeen fun for more than just that once, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so…”
My words die in my throat when the cowboy in front of me advances so fast I’m left a little dizzy.
Within a heartbeat he’s standing right beside my stool, spinning me around to face him. Colt is so close that I’m consumed by his scent and heat and brawn that fills every morsel of my awareness. His flannel shirt is rolled up his arms, revealing those corded muscles and network of veins. It takes so much fucking willpower not to grab the hem of the fabric and tug his body against mine.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He looks at me with flashing eyes, and in those honeyed depths, for a second, I see a dash of a deeper emotion. Concern? Surely not.
“I just—uhh—I’m assuming you were about to say how terrible this whole idea was?”
“Layla… Fuck…” Colt shakes his head while scrubbing a hand over his stubble. “No, angel, what I’m trying to say here is that we’ve got asuppliesissue.” His brows pinch together.
My pulse intensifies. Relief and some other weird sensation pours into my veins at hearing him call meangeland that he’s almost touching me again.
“Asuppliesissue?” It’s my turn to look bewildered.
That’s when Colt erases any thought from my mind. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, then runs the knuckle of his forefinger over my cheek. Using that same hand, he glides down, tracing over my skin, before tipping my chin up to meet his stare. With one fist braced on the back of my stool, he lowers his mouth to meet mine and steals me away in a soft, divine kiss. One that feels warm, comforting, with a faint hint of coffee on his wetted lips. As he treats me to such an exquisite moment, the tingling scratch of his beard sends a wave of arousal straight through me.
I’m instantly transported to all the places his mouth, and that beard, made their acquaintance with other parts of my body last night. Then again in the early hours of this morning.
“That should have been the first fucking thing I did when you walked in here, I’m sorry. I’m completely shit at this.” He brushes his lips over mine again before drawing back.
Excuse me while I collect myself. This man has got me busy dissolving into a puddle on the kitchen floor.
“You’re not shit at this.” I somehow remember how to form words.
“No—Yes—I am, Layla. I’ve spent the past couple of hours in my own fucking head, then seeing you walk in here looking too gorgeous for words made me realize that we need to have a serious conversation.”
I blush profusely, and somehow attempt to keep my cool.
“About?”
“There’s something I didn’t really think to factor in.”
“And that is…” Tilting my head to one side, I wonder what on earth he’s about to say.
“Protection.” Colt practically chews the word and spits it out.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing out loud. He looks so fucking serious right now, and while I get it, I really do, it shouldn’t be quite as dramatic as he’s making this out to be.
“You’re saying that…”
“Layla, trust me when I say that I’m going to struggle to keep my hands off you these next couple of weeks… and I haven’t got anywhere near the number of condoms for all the ways I plan on taking care of you, sweet girl.”
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I flutter my eyelashes over my coffee in his direction. “And that’s what you’re all twisted up about in here?”
“Call me old fashioned, or just too damn polite for my own good, but don’t you think it’s fairly important to talk about?” He crosses his arms and gives me a stern look, the exact kind that leaves my clit pulsing.
“No, I do… and I truly appreciate it. I just can’t say that was what I expected we’d be discussing over breakfast.”
“Well, in my eyes, it sure as hell is a serious chat we need to be having. Not while it’s in the heat of the moment, and I’m two seconds away from getting my mouth on your pussy.”
I have to take a hasty gulp of my coffee, with my cheeks flaming at the wordsmouthandpussycoming from this man, never mind the fact that I most definitely am ready for more of that kind of treatment. Preferably as soon as possible.
